What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork to my lunch?
An old fishermans pub which looks over the local harbour. Good music and late drinking.
Many visitors and locals alike, but more men than women overall and some class sleazy lines to be heard. Good laugh.
Your chances of getting your ass kicked here is pretty good. Opens early and closes late. Sign on the door says to leave your guns in your truck, though the rule isn't really enforced.
Bands on Friday and Saturday night. Rare to find a chick over a "5" here. This is a small town without a police department. The state police take anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes to show up for the weekend fights that happen EVERY Friday and Saturday night.
Probably one of the last bars in the entire US where you can still get a 25 cent beer. Lots of dead animals stuffed on the walls. Lots of wild clientle. You are guaranteed to leave this bar with a good story to tell your buddies - no question about it.
Like partying in your best friend's basement circa. 1979- probably hasen't been cleaned since then either. Come to think of it, same applies to most of the regulars.
This bar is near the corner of Main Street and 7th Street. Its in Skid Row. Its point of interest is that it is in the title montage of the film written by Charles Bukowski, "Barfly". At that time, the neon sign was still working. I'm interested in restoring the sign. There is no "bartime" at this bar. The stay open right up to 2:00 AM, at which time everyone is pushed out the door.
If your scared of entering a dark dingy place that may or may not have undesirables loitering around the front, no problem. Once your in the front doors keep your back to the wall. I've never seen anything go down, but you may feel safe for your first few visits.
Cheap beer and great jazz...nice sacrafice. Impress your new girlfriend and show her how brave you are!
Come on down. Land of the free and home of the drunk.
PS-must get along well with Natives.
drunken bums, street folk trying to sell you things (from sunglasses to electric beard trimmers), rowdy natives, $1.50 draft, live country bands every night, ladies and theyre johns...on hastings.
in fact, there is nothing classy about this place.
to quote the vancouver courier:
"It's 3 o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon and tables at the Grand Union Hotel on Hastings Street, three blocks west of Main, are almost full."
Deep under the surface of Portland lies the famous Geno's. The only way in is through a black door and down a narrow flight of stairs. Once down there, there is no escape, no help, as your cell phone has no service. A band will be playing loud punk music, ideally. The beer is no frills. The mixed drinks are strong. The bartender is trashed.
The lady's room has seen some action. The green room has seen more.
The most famous true tale of Geno's is GG Allen took a shit on the stage, and Geno himself kicked him out.
They never close. In fact, there's no door.
The bartenders are hot young women - as long as you don't mind tatoos and piercings.
The jukebox has both the Cramps and Hank Williams. Abita Amber with a shot is the standard libation.
Not really a fighting crowd, they just look like one.
The offhandedly scruffy facade is covered with posters of upcoming appearances. The clientele consists of all ages, from teens to 75 years old, A good amount of regular to be found at any time of day or night. They crowd around the small but free pool table in front and spill out onto the sidewalk. Beer and shooters (Jamesons and Jaegermeister) are the mood-elevator of choice; music is unpredictable. Live music almost every night, sets are mostly starting at around 11PM. Toilets are cleaner now than they used to be, but still....
Montreal rated the bar "Best Sleaze Dive" in 2006:
What a dump this glorious hellhole is.
From the decaying bathrooms to the thousands of names scratched into the wooden walls and tables, Grassroots is truly sleazy.
I almost cried when they put in new speakers, and a more modern jukebox.
Alas, it is still disgusting, and I will always cherish it when I am there.
Truly a cacophony of bad taste and ugly people unmatched in a town where waistlines rarely find an end. And best of all, all the skankiness of the joint is doubled by the live karaoke going on.
You'll marvel as women the size of Mack trucks sludge their way to the mic as it Jabba the Hut was on the run. Some even have fine voices, but that is the same as telling a 400 lbs woman she has pretty hair...but she's still fat. Worth a trip to see trashy folks drunk off their asses and finding their one piece of glory in their live on their Saturday night...singing for the crowd at the Hi Hat.
Oh yeah, and the drinks are stiff as shit and cheap as hell.
This is you typical ice house, with a few extra features!
The place is nasty, unsanitary, no heat or ac, pending on weather conditions, the owner's personality is suitable to and excerpt in a gangster movie and the bar maids sell the cheapest brands of bar liquor and make you think you're getting premium. At least the price tells you this. The glasses are not washed and sterilized according to health rules, and I know that I myself as well as others, have gotten ill from an night out at Splash 3 in the wonderful city of Bacliff Texas. Read more »
This is a great place! In the beginning of the evening Ernesto's is a Mexican restaurant, but after 22.00 it changes in a wild club. Especially during concerts the crowd goes wild, and so do the bands!! The Slackers, Jaya The Cat, The Movement, Green Hornet, The Staggers, The Paladins and The Celluloid Gurus were there before you..
The Astoria Hotel may be a 'highlight' in a strip of sleazy bars, shops, residential hotels, and street corners: East Hastings.
At a convenient distance of the Carnegie Library (which is not where you borrow books) and Pigeon Park (which is not where you walk your dog), the Astoria Hotel and similar outfits in the neighbourhood provide hangouts for many people without regular places or lives to live.
A reliable source said that behind the empty bottles and so in the liquor store, there is a full-blown boxing club (I'm not sure if they follow Rule #1, so perhaps it should not be in this description?)
Although during the few days of my stay I had no time to check these out, the daily bus trip though guaranteed a wealth of choice.